Face In the Window ( a story I had written some 5 years back)

There is this story had written long long long time back....and after that well, I haven't written any stories....I do not know the reason....but when I keep on reading this it sort of pushes me to write a book in the near future....Amen to that....here is the story....and yea let me add this was the time when I actually was charmed by the world of psychology (I still do think my office people are suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder) :)) Enjoy reading...Comments are always welcome!

Face in the Window
Someone is after me, dressed in black, it was raining very heavily that night, all I remember is that I was running in dense woods, there was no place to hide. I trip over a branch and fall flat on my face. Till that time my intruder gets an advantage over me and he comes near me with something silver shining in his hand, “O…no,” I scream, he sneers at me ready to butcher me like he did to others, and then there will be no witnesses, he points out the stiletto at my throat and says, “Be prepared to die!” All I remember is that I screamed out loud as I could and fainted then and there.

I wake up, trembling and sweating, one of the nurse is already by my side, the doctor gives her orders to strap me tight to the bed, “She should be given shock treatment, nurse” says the doctor. I have been given a dose of injection and later on the shock treatment is brought and as they prepare to make me unconscious I drift back to my past.

My name is Brenda Carl Davis. I, am an author by profession, I am 26. I write books based on fiction, fiction, and more fiction.Every book of mine has been a bestseller. One of the bestseller, which sold more than million copies, was “Face in the Window”
This book is based on a serial rapist/murderer. He targeted young, ambitious, and single women. There was a particular time and place that he chose his victim.

This book is based on a serial rapist cum murderer who is running free. After raping his victim he brutally kills her and after each and every murder he draws a face in the window with the victims blood indicating that she will be his next victim . “Try and stop me,” he writes after his work, and thus he always been successful in his work, no matter how much the police try to find and warn the person by that time the rapist has already finished his work and he is on the move.

Now in the end the conclusion is that there is handicapped female who kills him in the end.
Meanwhile, I remember very clearly, it was a month ago that this incident had occurred which has brought me to this place…. I was sitting all alone watching 8’o clock news when there was a knock at the door, must be my pesky neighbor I thought, when I opened the door, to my surprise there was no one, so I stepped out to see if there might be some naughty kids playing pranks with me…. as I stepped out I tripped over the object I look down the corridor and closed the door.

Since I am a writer I do get many gifts and letters from my fans so this was usual, only it was a big gift. I opened it and gasp! To my horror there was a rag doll with its neck twisted to one side, there was a note. “The game has begun, even you will die,” it said, “Try and stop me.” I smiled someone has definitely got more wild imagination than me. “And the main crime stories today are…the city is shocked at attempted rape and murder of a 16 year old girl Denise Colagn at 7.30 p.m. this evening at South Minneapolis. She was butchered mercilessly. The police found no evidence but are trying, they say that only thing the murderer cum rapist has left behind is a sketch in the window with the victims blood.

“O.No…” I scream that means the threat that I got was for real. I call up the cops, they come after 15 minutes to have a look at the gift sent to me. “Someone must be playing pranks with you Miss Davis, I don’t see any harm here,” says the senior officer. “Goodnight Miss Davis and don’t worry about such things.” “ B…but the girl, he may start killing other females y..you..”
“Miss Davis I would you to go sleep nothing has happened so good night!”

As days and nights passed by, I started hearing more and more of rape and murder and the “face in the window” and everytime the police said that it is nothing. So I decided to go and investigate and save those innocent girls, I myself go on a hunt because I knew where he would go, the killer victimized people at South Minneapolis…it was a very dense place so I go all equipped with torch, dark clothes and rubber shoes. Unfortunately it was raining that night, so there was a smell of wet soil. As I stood there I heard ruffling smell behind me I turned around there was nothing I started running even the person behind me did the same, I knew I had to act on impulse so I turned around and picked up the stick lying down, it was then I saw him he was standing two feet far from me I could see him sneering at me, “ so Miss Writer wants to become Miss Heroine huh? Hahahahahaha…” he laughs out loud. “You won’t kill anyone again,” I say with nervousness, he suddenly plunged at me with a dagger. “Noooo…” I scream, that was the last thing I remember.

“Mrs. Davis, I am sorry to say but you have to keep your daughter here for special care and treatment,” Dr. Alice tells my mom. “But what has happened to her?” inquires my mom. “Your daughter is suffering from a mental illness called schizophrenia, she imagines things and she thinks that those things are happening for real. She cannot differentiate between reality and imagination and that is why she keeps on getting visions. This generally happens when the person is undergoing through too much stress and fatigue.

“Will she be alright doctor?” asks my worried mother, “I really cant guarantee you anything Mrs. Davis, you will have to be patient.” As the doctor tells this to my mom she leaves her alone and walks away to attend other patients while my mom looks at me with concern from the cubicle window while I look back at her at her and see her “Face in the window.”